Nine years ago today, on a beautiful sunny morning, I put on my new dress, a pair of dainty little sandals, took extra care with my hair and makeup and then walked with my best friend out to the very end of the point away from Rosario Resort on Orcas Island. We stood there under the branches of two huge oak trees whose trunks had grown twined together and looked out at the Puget Sound. Boats glided by. Birds soared and swooped. The ferry passed and we waited. In the background the hum of lawnmowers and blowers as the head groundskeeper and her crew tended to their daily duties of keeping Rosario lush and beautiful. We waited and then waited a little longer. We watched a car approach slowly and come to a stop at the end of the narrow dirt road. Finally, she was here. The woman we’d been so patiently waiting for. Another Nancy, and she had come to join my friend and I in marriage. Fifteen minutes later we were husband and wife. Becky (the head groundskeeper) and Barbara (a neighbor of the minister) were our witnesses. I cried from beginning to end and, of course, never thought to bring a hankie. An hour later, after a champagne toast, my new husband and I set sail on our first adventure as a married couple – kayaking in the San Juan Islands. Cheers to this wonderful man who has brought so much laughter and joy to my life. I loved you then. I still do. I always will.